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Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Out with the old, in with the new

It’s
been a while now that the baby girl’s shirts and pants have been a
little too short on her, but it’s gotten to the point where I can’t
ignore it anymore. Poor girl has been walking around in crop tops and high waters. So, I’ve started putting away her 2T clothes to make room
for larger sizes. In the process, I found a bunch of 3T clothes that a
friend had given me when baby girl was just born that I had forgotten
about. At the time, it seemed like forever until she’d be in 3T. In
reality, it happened in the blink of an eye. It’s so cliché, but they
do grow so fast. I think it wasn’t until I had children that I became
so acutely aware of the passage of time. They mark it for me, every
time they grow out of their clothes, go up in a shoe size, say something
that makes me wonder, “How’d they know that?!”.Putting
away outgrown clothes is bittersweet. I feel conflicted about them
growing up. I really miss that baby stage, because it was so brief.
What’s sweeter than that teeny tiny creature passed out on your chest?

But
I also love seeing them grow into these precocious little beings who
direct me to, “Take my picture, Mommy.” And how could I not?

(It’s not quite her birthday yet, but she’s taken with this shirt. :)One
of my sewing resolutions this year is to make more of her wardrobe, so I
purposefully did not buy a lot of 3T clothes for her. I was going to
start with t-shirts, but the pile of hand-me-downs we got included a lot
of t-shirts, so I could probably go directly to dresses. They are more
fun anyway. My second sewing resolution is to blog within a week of
completing a project. Otherwise, I put it off even longer. :( I enjoy
blogging and talking about sewing, but 2012 somehow just blew through
like a tornado and carried me away and before I knew it, it was 2013.
Hoping for calmer weather this year.

welcome!

As a mom of two, I spend most of my time and energy taking care of (and worrying about) my kids. Motherhood has been fulfilling in ways I could never have imagined, but I also crave an outlet for my creative energy. (Other than coming up with creative ways to convince a three-year-old to eat his dinner, that is.) So, after the kids are in bed, in my house, you can often hear the purr of the sewing machine and NPR podcasting on the computer, as something new takes form.